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| Baby Years My friends all said, "She'll grow so fast, You'll hardly count the years." But still I couldn't wait until you grew out of baby tears. I wanted you to take a step, I wanted you to talk, And learn to run and jump before The others on the block. And when you cried and ran to me, I kissed you better, though Part of my mind wished for the day When I could call you grown. "I'll finally get some housework done, I'll have some time for me -- I'll have a long talk on the phone And sip a cup of tea. "And sometimes I was cross with you, And I said, "Act your age! "But now those years have come and gone, Marked only on this page. I wish now I could turn back time To your first smiles and tears, And savor every moment Of those precious baby years. - Molly Newman |
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